The sound of clicking and tapping echoed in the room. A light pitter-patter of rain could be heard from outside, the drops hitting the hard ground. The embers of the fireplace glowed invitingly as two figures came into view. The man was sitting in a chair at a desk, typing away at his keyboard. He'd been working on his current piece of work for months, switching on and off with working on designing a level for a game. He leaned back in his chair and cleared his throat.

"So I have this other story in the back of my mind, and I kind of feel like writing it instead," he said.

"What's it about?" asked the other figure, a young woman of about nineteen or twenty.

"Another tale I guess. I don't know. I'm kind of hungry."

"Me too. I'll get us some cereal." She got up from where she sat on the couch and went to the kitchen. The noise of cereal being poured into an empty bowl was welcome as the man's stomach was growling. She came back to the other room and set the bowl in front of him on the desk, and she sat on a stool next to him.

"Thanks," he said. The woman nodded. They quietly enjoyed each other's presence as they ate their cereal. She laughed when she looked at his face next to hers. He had a milk moustache. "You look funny," she giggled.

"No you," he replied. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve. She picked up the bowls and went to set them in the sink. She came back and sat on the couch. He resumed his typing.

A long pause ensued. The woman gathered up her courage to ask him a question. She fidgeted on the couch, heat rising up in her face.

"Will you write me a story?" she asked.

He looked over at her and chuckled, curled up with her stuffed moose on the couch. He continued to type words out on the computer, back spacing, and re-typing. "Maybe," he said.

"Can I be in it? I don't have to be the main character or anything, maybe just like a passing figure?" hope rising in her voice. "I can even be a tree or plant or something in the background."

"No."

She became crestfallen. "Oh… okay." She petted her moose and cooed at it. The typing at the keyboard ceased. He turned around.

"You'll be the main character."

She looked up at him. "Really?"

"Yes."

"Can there be a prince? And a princess? And a whole gang of other kids? And they go on adventures and stuff?!"

He laughed. "Yes."

Anticipation and happiness shone from her face. "I'm so excited!"

His heart skipped a beat. Her smile warmed him more than the dancing orange flames in the fireplace.

He turned to type something he just thought of. A smile slowly crept up on his face. He felt content.